This is a song about "Mad skills"

Thug shit, i keep a beamed out fifth

Planet earth intense skills fulfills

For all the rappers and skills

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Runt , who lack the necessary skills

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

My skills blossom like a clematis

That shit look like it’s raks fifth

When you spill out hits

On point, i hone my skills

No, not bombs over baghdad

They way i dress is mad.

I know he lost his mind, but skills?

They bringing me fish and chips

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

Criticism doesn't make him mad